#lgbtqiap+ positivity

[januscorner]

I love you transmascs

I love you transmascs who are hyperfemmine

I love you transmascs who are hypermasculine

I love you transmascs who are androgynous

I love you transmascs who are nonbinary

I love you transmascs who are multigender

I love you transmascs who are binary

I love you transmascs who are lesbians

I love you transmasc who are gay

I love you transmascs who are straight

I love you transmasc who are m-spec

I love you transmascs who are aro

I love you transmascs who are ace

I love you transmascs who without dysphoria

I love you transmascs with dysphoria

I love you transmasc who are closeted

I love you transmascs who are stealth

I love you transmascs who are out and proud

I love you transmascs who pack

I love you transmascs who don’t

I love you transmascs who bind

I love you transmascs who don’t

I love you transmascs who pass

I love you transmascs who are clocky

You’re all valid and amazing, I love you

[bizarreaizen]

shout out to people who have complicated/complex genders !!

shout out to people who are genderless !!

shout out to people who don't use/have labels to describe their gender !!

shout out to people who are still questioning their gender !! /gen /pos :3

[justdavina]

Such a adorable transgender girl in red!

[kittycatlukey]

[introvertedandscared]

i was recently given a writing prompt simply titled 'blue' on an online forum i use, and wanted to try my hand at doing something for it.

i'm actually really proud of it- i dont know if its my best work, it always feels that way after i make something new, but it was really therapeutic to write and hey, practice makes perfect. ill never be any good if i dont work towards it.

this piece is an expression of my gender and identity, told through a narrative perspective. most of these events are either heavily fictionalised or not actual events in my life, and i'm unsure if the main character is actually me or not, but it is heavily related to my personal thoughts, feelings, and history.

its about 959 words, a short read, enjoy! and keep an eye out for more writing on this blog if you liked this ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ,<)~✩‧₊

Blue

My favourite shirt is blue. Not a bright, attention-catching blue, but a soft one. Like blue hydrangeas. That’s not why it’s my favourite—I don’t even like the colour blue all that much—but it’s what everyone notices about it. When my mother comes into my room and asks for the laundry, she’ll point out ‘the blue one that you wear all the time’. When my friends and I are coordinating our Halloween plans, they ask to borrow my blue shirt for their costume. My brother will tell me that my blue shirt has somehow ended up in his closet. I’ve come to think of it more as a title than anything else. My Blue Shirt. All words capitalised, because they are important.

The reason it’s my favourite shirt is because it’s mine. I bought it with my own money—I had a whole 15 bucks I’d earned from babysitting—at the small thrift store on the corner after school on a Tuesday. It had been the first thing I’d picked up off the rack, not even checking the price or size. I had a curfew, and I knew that if I didn’t buy something that afternoon, I never would. I was 12, and the shirt I grabbed was 3 sizes too large, but I didn't care. I wanted it.

I still remember the woman behind the counter that day. She was probably middle-aged. At the time, I was transfixed by strands of her greying hair. She seemed radiant and wise. Untouchable. She was beautiful.

When I laid the shirt out in front of her, she looked directly at me for the first time since I’d entered the store, an amused expression playing across her face.

“You know this is for a man, right?” She asked, taking in my short stature, my girlish pigtails and sport shorts. My t-shirt that had recently started clinging to all the wrong places on me. I hated my clothes; my mother bought them all. She asked me for my opinion, sometimes, but I was only ever given the option to choose between the lesser of two evils. This shirt or that one. Those skirts or these jeans. Lately, I’d just let her take over completely, letting my eyes wander through the aisles while she shopped. No matter what store we were in, my gaze would always land on the men's section. I always let it linger for a second too long.

“It’s… for my brother. Last minute costume change for his, um, dance team. He needs something blue,” I mumbled through my excuse, terrified the woman would question me more, but she’d already started ringing my purchase up. The bubble of hope that had been growing in my chest ever since I’d ridden my bike out of the school gates that afternoon finally burst, into something bright and fiery and right. Something completely new. 

Later, at home, I tried the shirt on in front of my mirror. It reached down to my knees and looked utterly ridiculous, but it also didn’t hug my torso and hips trying to accentuate not yet existent curves. It made my body little more than a formless mass of cloth.

Five minutes after I put it on, my brother walked by my bedroom door. He took one look at me and laughed, and I laughed with him. He said I looked ‘stupid as shit’—words I still found scandalous at that time—and I’d agreed, but once he left I couldn’t bring myself to reach my own eyes in my reflection. I was scared of what I’d see. 

It’s been four years, and I still have that shirt. I’m wearing it now, bent low over the bathroom sink, scissors clutched tightly in my left hand, watching my hair swirl down the drain. I feel bile rising up in my throat at the sight, but it’s not from… disgust or panic. It’s- fear. I am scared to see myself. I am scared to know, because once I do there is no going back. It may not seem like it, but I am not one to dwell on the past. I live in the now. The now where I have just sheared away all of my hair at 3 AM, in the house my great-grandparents built with their own two hands. I wonder if they would be disappointed in me.

I don’t know if my mother will be mad—it’s hard to tell with her—maybe she’ll scold me, or laugh and schedule an appointment to get the mess I’ve made fixed, or maybe she’ll reach out, eyes soft. Maybe she’ll finally see me.

But I need to see myself first. I have been blind for far too long.

I steel myself—taking a sharp, shuddering inhale of air—and look up into the face of the mirror before me. I look up, and it feels like the final piece slots into place. The final piece of a puzzle I’ve been trying to solve for four years. For my whole life. 

The face staring back at me is no longer a reflection but a reality; the burning feeling in the centre of me flaring to life, consuming everything I thought I was.

I press a gentle hand to my chest, pressing down the two masses of fat and connective tissue that have always seemed to burden me more than my peers. I let the folds of blue obscure them until it almost looks as though they are not there. I wish more than anything that they weren’t.

I take myself in, gaze reverent and disbelieving.

My blue shirt is my favourite shirt, because unlike all my others, it fits perfectly. Ever since I first bought it, it has fit perfectly.

[intersexfairy]

i wanna go back in time and hug kid me. i wish i could tell them that they're intersex, and that's why they look different. there's nothing wrong with them. there're so many people like them. there're people who will understand and love them. they will find joy in their body, even if they're still dysphoric. they never had to compare themselves to others, or listen to their judgements.

i wish i could tell them that they're wonderful, and deserve to take up space. and so, so much more than that. intersex is beautiful, and that means they - and the intersex person reading this - are too.

[anarchy-flagz]

GenderFromOhio Pride Flags "GenderFromOhio is a xenogender for when ones gender feels like it's from Ohio."

[farawayfromsomething]

finally got around to doing my june backgrounds

[queerism1969]

When it comes to matters of the heart, we can't tell ours kids who to love.

[fairandfatalasfair]

source

The condescending weaseling-around here is fucking infuriating. "We're requiring schools to out trans kids to their parents, but no worries! we have a child welfare system to deal with the inevitable resulting abuse!"

"Sure it might seem inappropriate for me to dictate to doctors what medical care they can provide but I'm just not personally comfortable with it! and isn't my comfort what matters?!"

Fuck this woman and the horse she rode in on.

[obsessivefangirl]

Something i wish someone told me a couple years ago:

Gender and sexuality is a spectrum. Some labels are broad and many fit in this category. Some people are happy with this.

Some people may feel better when given a specific label. It makes them feel more understood.

Some people can't find any name for where they fall, and make their own label.

Some people look for labels that fit them perfectly. Some believe that they'll feel so at home once they find that.

Maybe you're one of those some people. Maybe you can't find a label you truly relate to.

Maybe you've been stumbling through labels and labels and labels, unable to find a perfect label.

Hold tight. You can do it. And if you can't find a label that you feel right with, then remember that it's a spectrum. Not all sexualities and genders are named. They may be under a broader umbrella, but if you don't feel happy with that broad label, you may be out of luck. After all, as specific as a label is, there's still very slight differences between the others.

But that doesn't make where you land any less valid. You don't need labels. You can just be (gender)queer.

We're all with you.

[januscorner]

Fuck Aphobes here are some aro songs

Not A Love Song - bülow (this one’s specifically alloaro)

Aromantic Moodboard - Maxwell Anthony

Can We Just Be Friends? - FluffyEnderPug

Heart Heavy - MotherMother

Love Love Love - Of Monsters And Men

Don’t Fall In Love - Danko Jones

Crush Culture - Conan Gray

Home - Cavetown

[bizarreaizen]

i love you mspec lesbians !! i love you "cringe" bunny hat alt fashion queers !! i love you she/her gays !! i love you trans people who don't fit into gender norms or stereotypes !! i love you drag queens and drag kings !! i love you neopronouns and xenopronouns users !! i love you people who use microlabels !! i love you unlabeled people !! i love you disabled poc queers !! i love you muslim queers !! i love you non-human queers !! i love you xenogenders users !! . . ♡ /gen

[justdavina]

Chanel Santini: Is a transgender Goddess! OMG !! She's so beautiful! Don't you just love her?

[kittycatlukey]

[lgbtqiabrazil]

When someone is requissexual means that this person has limited or no attraction due of mental exhaustion. This person can have depression, anxiety, autism, etc. or even none of this one, the person just identifies like that.

The word comes from the prefix requis, that means 'rest', because of the exhaustion;

The colors mean:

Black: represents the aromanticism and asexuality;

Light blue: represents the rest and it seems like a blue sky;

Light yellow: represents the draining from the energy and mental power, because of the yellow color, that has been drained and became a light yellow;

White: represents the lack of attraction;

Grey: represents the confusion a lot of aces and aros have sometimes.